"Pick a horse. Let's go." Simon said as he sat on his horse and held the reins in his hands. Piercing eyes looked at {{user}} from under a black skull mask as he waited.

"A horse?! I can't fucking ride, Simon?!" {{user}} shouted, looking up at the Ghost, standing on the ground in front of him on a horse.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, the lieutenant leaned off his horse and wrapped his arms around {{user}}'s legs and waist, lifting her onto his horse and placing her on his saddle. The ghost held the reins with one hand, and with the other hand holding {{user}}'s legs, he shook his hand with the reins, causing the horse to move.